LOGINMorgan’s POV: I was a fucking idiot.How could I have been fooled like that?I was the great Dr. Morgan Miller.A woman who had spent years studying medicine, healing people with herbs, and developing remedies using traditional practices.And now?Now I was dying because I'd consumed one of the very plants I'd studied during graduate school.How fucking embarrassing.I'd probably be the laughingstock at my own goddamn funeral.Here lies Dr. Morgan Miller. Brilliant physician. Gifted herbalist. Killed by a cup of tea.Wonderful.Absolutely fucking wonderful.And all courtesy of Tesa.That miserable bitch had finally gotten rid of me.And she'd laughed in my face while doing it.Mocked me.Humiliated me.Watched me struggle for breath as though my suffering were the most entertaining thing she'd ever witnessed.Those were the last thoughts that crossed my mind before everything went dark.I was dying.And the worst part was that I knew exactly why.I'd been poisoned by the same little
Damian's POV:The whole fucking pack was under lockdown.Every entrance was guarded, every exit secured, and no one was permitted to leave without my authorization.I was also preparing to send orders to our neighboring packs, requesting that they tighten security along their borders.Because one thing was certain.Mariam wasn't originally from Moon Valley.And if she'd managed to escape, I wanted every fucking road leading out of our territory watched.I gripped my father's arm, struggling to remain standing.My legs were still weak, and every movement required more strength than I cared to admit.He looked at me with concern."Do you think this has something to do with the information you discovered?" he whispered.I shook my head."They would've come for Alex as well," I mumbled.If this attack had anything to do with the newly discovered information surrounding Morgan's identity, Alexander would've been an obvious target.He was stronger than his sister.A powerful warrior who cou
Damian's POV:I had no fucking idea how much time had passed.Minutes? Hours?It didn't matter.My body was present, but my soul was in turmoil. I could barely move or breathe, yet the rage inside me threatened to consume whatever strength remained."Call everyone in here. NOW!" I ordered.My voice was barely a whisper.My father stood beside me, supporting my weight and repeating my commands whenever my voice failed.I fucking hated it.I couldn't even make myself heard."Where the fuck is Mariam?" I demanded when everyone gathered.I wanted that bitch found.Immediately.The servants exchanged frightened glances before shaking their heads.No one knew where she was.How could someone disappear from a palace surrounded by guards?"The last time I saw her, she was preparing tea for our queen," Darcy spoke.My blood turned cold.Tea.Morgan had been alone in the studio, and Mariam had supposedly delivered a message from her to my mother.I tried mind-linking the maid again."Mariam! An
Damian’s POV: I wanted someone to wake me from this fucking nightmare.I wanted to open my eyes and discover that none of this had happened.That Morgan was upstairs, waiting for me.That I could walk into our bedroom, pull her into my arms, and hear her complain about how possessive I was.Fuck.I'd give anything to hear her complain again.I'd experienced agony before, but nothing compared to what I was feeling at that moment.When Ryan kidnapped Morgan, I'd been consumed by anguish, anger, and fear.Perhaps there had been more I should've felt, but the wolfsbane in her system had interfered with our connection, preventing me from experiencing everything she'd endured.Mates were supposed to feel each other's emotions.Their happiness.Their sorrow.Their pain.Especially after marking each other.And the pain I was experiencing now?It felt like death itself.Every inch of my body ached as though my soul were being crushed inside me.My chest burned.My muscles trembled.Even brea
Damian's POV:I wasn't the only one who thought this couldn't possibly be my mate.Clearly.The intelligent Alpha and my parents were studying the little girl sitting on Queen Sonia's lap."But it could be her mother, except that her name was different," Usher muttered thoughtfully.I grabbed a notepad and began writing down their names.Everyone watched me, their eyes carefully following every movement of my hand.Charlotte Alexandra.My brother-in-law's name was Alexander.Then there was Queen Sonia Elizabeth.And Morgan's middle name was Elizabeth.Shit!I needed a fucking glass of water.All this information was making my head spin.Even Bruce was losing his damn mind inside me, growling and whining like a wounded animal."Bruce," I called out to my wolf.Nothing."It's okay, Bruce. We'll figure this out," I promised, assuming his distress had something to do with the information we'd uncovered about our mates.But his growling only intensified.Then, without warning, something st
Damian's POV:I knew this investigation was becoming intrusive, almost as though I were desperately searching for a truth that might not even exist.But the more I thought about it, the more determined I became to uncover whatever secrets lay buried in her past.I loved Morgan too fucking much to ignore the signs that something about her identity was being deliberately concealed.And if someone had gone to such lengths to hide the truth, I needed to know why.Morgan was my everything.I lived for her.And I would fucking die for her.There wasn't a secret in this world that could change the way I felt about that woman. I didn't give a damn whether she came from a royal bloodline or had been born into the poorest pack in the kingdom.She was mine.My mate.My future queen.But if someone had deliberately concealed her identity, I needed to know why.And more importantly, I needed to know whether that secret could put her life in danger.I was still staring at the documents when the doo







